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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Graeme Clark
Bass Guitar
Graeme Duffin
Guitar
Tommy Cunningham
Drums
Neil Mitchell
Keyboards
Marti Pellow
Vocals
Christopher White
Saxophone
Ian Morrow
Programming
Paul Spong
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Graeme Clark
Songwriter
Tommy Cunningham
Songwriter
Neil Mitchell
Songwriter
Marti Pellow
Songwriter
Chris Difford
Songwriter
Graeme Duffin
Songwriter
Wet Wet Wet
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wet Wet Wet
Producer
Graeme Clark
Producer
Graeme Duffin
Producer
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Niall Flynn
Assistant Engineer
Ryan Freeland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Sandy Jones
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
And I was sitting lonely in my car
Watching her come and go
And I could feel the strings pulling my heart
From the old house that I used to know
Like the river that was flowing
(Like the river, that was flowing)
She was coming without knowing
(She was coming, without knowing)
And our love's the river that somehow
Lost it's flow, lost it's flow
From my car I can see her there
As the curtain slowly moves
As he runs his fingers through her hair
And the fire slowly grooves
Well, what's the answer to this pain?
I want to get back to her love again
There she's sitting in that room
When she walked 'cross the street
Could she feel there's a heat
From my heart as it beats with her love?
In her eyes other guys, see the fair that is there
But she might never, she might never know
I was sitting lonely in my house
Wanting to tell her, wanting to call
And say I know I let you down
Without thinking, his love might fall
No more hurting, no more clowning
This emotion isn't drowning
If the river's gonna save our true love
After all, after all
I'm chewing on my nails again
With my home across the street
I ain't got no place to turn to now
While you're cooking for that creep
Well, what's the answer to this pain?
I want to get back to her love again
And there she's sitting in that room
When she walked 'cross the street
Could she feel there's a heat
From my heart as it beats with her love?
In her eyes other guys, see the fair that is there
But she might never know
As I turned so she waved
This was all that she gave
So what was there to trade in love?
Just the past that was cast, in the groove of the move
That she might never know, she might, she might never know
Writer(s): Christopher Henry Difford, Tommy Cunningham, Marti Pellow, Graeme Clark, Neil Mitchell, Graeme Ian Duffin
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